Title: you're like a party somebody threw me
Pairing: lee kangjoo/song hakyung
Genre: slice-of-life, pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Notes: ~extended scene~ that picks up from where the nurse's office bit in episode 12 leaves off. spoilers through that episode! 975 words.
"I like you more than school, too," Kangjoo says, and by the end of it she's got her nose pressed into Hakyung's shoulder, a heavy arm draped lazily over Hakyung's stomach. The nurse's office is the warmest room in the entire building, always has been, but Hakyung still pulls the blanket up over their heads. Their long, slow breaths mingle beneath it.
"You're crushing me," Hakyung mumbles after a beat of companionable silence, staring up at the blue pattern—but she doesn't move away, so Kangjoo just hums contentedly and leans in closer. It's more comfortable like this, anyway. She's always felt better when she has something to hold onto.
"How much time do we have left?" Kangjoo asks.
Hakyung pulls her arm up to study the screen of her phone and nearly elbows Kangjoo in the face. "Sorry," she says, a little breathless. "Um, it's only been ten minutes."
"Okay." Kangjoo watches the dip of Hakyung's neck as she swallows, and clenches her hand tighter around Hakyung's waist.
"What are you looking at?" she says, wrinkling her nose a bit, her tongue coming out to make a pass at her bottom lip.
"Why are you nervous?"
Hakyung blinks and rears back a little. "What?"
At some point, Kangjoo'd moved so close that she can count the individual eyelashes on Hakyung's face. "You always lick your lips when you're nervous," she offers.
The huff of laughter Hakyung lets out hits Kangjoo's cheek. "I'm not nervous—I’m just—" She makes a face. "Ugh, really—"
"See?" Kangjoo says, grinning. "You clam up when you're nervous, too."
"Shut up," Hakyung grouses, shifting grumpily—which is how their legs get tangled together, one of Kangjoo's pressing up between both of Hakyung's, a bony knee brushing past the soft skin of her thighs.
Hakyung sucks in a sharp breath and grinds down before Kangjoo can react. Kangjoo feels warm cotton against her kneecap—and a moment later, a completely mortified look flits over Hakyung's face, her eyes going deer-in-the-headlights wide, like she's just realized what she's done. "Fuck—" she bites out, and it's the first time Kangjoo's heard her curse since—ever, really. It's hotter than it should be.
Hakyung tries to extricate herself from Kangjoo's limbs and flee the confines of the bed, but Kangjoo's too fast for her. She levers her arms up, the blanket sliding down to settle around her shoulders, and presses Hakyung further into the mattress. "You're really pretty," Kangjoo says, as matter-of-fact as ever, and Hakyung manages to let out a faintly amused sound before Kangjoo's tilting her head to the side and kissing her.
The best part about it is that Hakyung actually lets her in. She doesn't put up one of her token protestations or play hard to get. When Kangjoo pushes forward at Hakyung's lips, they part smoothly, and Hakyung's eyes flutter shut even though Kangjoo doesn't really know what to do with her tongue now that it's actually in someone else's mouth. She moves her leg higher and can't help her smile when it makes Hakyung's hands fist in the material of Kangjoo's blazer, a long, muted whine drawn out from her throat.
It doesn't occur to her until later that maybe Hakyung likes being held down, if only like this: when she doesn't have to think about whether or not she's going to get into Seoul University, when it's Kangjoo whose knee is rubbing up against the damp patch in her panties, when it's easier to lie back and just let someone else do the work for a while. Now, though, all Kangjoo can think about is how much she likes the way Hakyung's bangs feels running through her fingers, the steady rhythm of Hakyung rocking against her leg, the saltiness of the thin film of sweat at Hakyung's throat when Kangjoo moves down to suck at the curve of it. It's as natural an extension of their relationship as anything else, like sleeping under the same blanket or splitting a hot dog for dinner. Simple. Easy. It's a wonder they never got around to it before.
The bed creaks awkwardly and the nurse could walk back in from her lunch break at any minute, but she doesn't care—when Kangjoo pulls her head back, Hakyung's staring up at her, breathing hard, lips parted and redder than Nari's cherry bubblegum gloss, hair fanned out in stark relief across the pillow.
It makes Kangjoo want to kiss her again, so she does. It's as good as it was the first time—better, even, so she keeps doing it, over and over again until her head's spinning from the lack of oxygen. Hakyung drapes her arms over Kangjoo's shoulders and Kangjoo's hand drifts down, reaches under Hakyung's skirt and traces a finger along the edge of her underwear, slips it under the fabric when Hakyung doesn't object.
All it takes is two fingers. Hakyung goes stiff, gasping, and bites Kangjoo's bottom lip hard enough that Kangjoo jerks her head back, wincing. "Sorry," she mutters, a bit wobbly.
"I'll be fine," Kangjoo says, pulling her hand out. She studies the fluid gathered on the tips of her index and middle fingers with almost clinical interest before sticking them in her mouth.
"Don't—oh my god," Hakyung mutters, and covers her face with an arm.
It tastes vaguely tangy, but not unpleasant. "You okay?" she asks cheerfully, eyes crinkling from the force of her smile.
Hakyung stares at her before laughing, still a bit out of breath. "Are you?"
Kangjoo flops off of her and back onto her side of the bed, hums the refrain of something Kideok had been singing earlier in the day. "Never been better."
"Yeah," Hakyung agrees, reaching around to curl her hand loosely around Kangjoo's wrist. "I think things are looking up for me, too."
A/N: title from the party by regina spektor. also this is my first time writing any kind of explicit femmeslash so /o\ slinks away and buries self into a hole